A guy walks into the local welfare office for his monthly check.
He marches straight up to the counter and says, "Hi. You
know, I just HATE coming in here drawing welfare month after
month. I'd really much rather have a job".

The social worker behind the counter says, "Your
timing is excellent. We just got a job opening from a very
wealthy old man who wants a chauffeur-bodyguard for his
nymphomaniac daughter.

You'll have to drive around in his Mercedes, but he'll supply
all of your clothes. Because of the long hours, meals will be
provided. You'll be expected to escort her on her overseas
holiday trips. You'll have a two-bedroom apartment
above the garage. The starting salary is $200,000 a year."